LIGHTS! CAMERAS! DOOMSDAY!
Below is an excerpt from my first book, Unheroic. A collection of 36 short stories, each one involves scenarios where unlikely heroes try to save the day. After the Battle of Coney Island, a lone survivor is interviewed by a pair of federal agents. They wanted to know how he and his pals managed to thwart an Apocalypse:
“What did he see?” Denn asked. “What was supposed to have happened?”
Meade’s face looked grave.
“A huge-assed gateway would be opened on the beach. Demons would pour out and kill everyone in the city. Anyone they killed would rise as one of them. And as long as the gateway was open, mystical energy would flow out from their little hell, allowing the demons to both survive and to use their magic at full power. Then, they would spread out and ‘breed’ via slaughter. Humanity would become extinct about thirteen weeks later.”
“So you arranged for a ‘movie shoot’ on Coney Island?” Graham surmised.
“It was our last stand: complete with a mined beach, .50 caliber machineguns, mortar tubes, thousands of spare weapons, and every last one of us mercs. It was a modern-day Alamo or Thermopalye.” Meade grinned slightly. “I even think Sol managed to get the necessary permits from the City.”
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“What did he see?” Denn asked. “What was supposed to have happened?”
Meade’s face looked grave.
“A huge-assed gateway would be opened on the beach. Demons would pour out and kill everyone in the city. Anyone they killed would rise as one of them. And as long as the gateway was open, mystical energy would flow out from their little hell, allowing the demons to both survive and to use their magic at full power. Then, they would spread out and ‘breed’ via slaughter. Humanity would become extinct about thirteen weeks later.”
“So you arranged for a ‘movie shoot’ on Coney Island?” Graham surmised.
“It was our last stand: complete with a mined beach, .50 caliber machineguns, mortar tubes, thousands of spare weapons, and every last one of us mercs. It was a modern-day Alamo or Thermopalye.” Meade grinned slightly. “I even think Sol managed to get the necessary permits from the City.”
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Published on November 22, 2014 22:09
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